The august flowers are blooming...

And the workers are harvesting tobacco in the fields...



That could only mean one thing...

It's time for school to start.

Every day I stop and look around and think, "This will be the last time..." Though I know I will come back, it won't be the same. I'm moving on to a new chapter in my life. There are so many things I will miss...

The hardest part about it is just when I want to linger, savoring every moment, time takes me by the hand and drags me onward.

So I apologize if I don't see you before I leave...I'm busy keeping up with life...